Spin Of Time Poem by Abdulhafeez Oyewole

The season is here
On this typical Maiden morn
Of week days
It’s by this hour
Though slightly late
I rose to take my bath

The ointment was done and gone
What’s more was to
Nestle on the well placed
Soft sofa by the corner
Of my reading room
And to await my breakfast
To be served.

Well has been done to the belly
What’s needed (from me) was
After settling on the round
To dress up and find my way
To the lecture room

Alas an indignation
Though a natural inclination
That crept into the scene
When I was about stepping
Out of the room

Here I picked up the cast
Of the rolling sound
Escorted by the heavy gale
At the fore
Of my chamber door

The cloud I glimpsed
Beckoned on these
Natural commotions

The rumbled
Of this morn thunderstorm
Took me by surprise
As I felt the tremble of my abode
As though the roof and the wall would cave in

How heavy this morning rush would be?
Certainly it’s heavy and took charge closely
Three hours of the entire day

Blessing showery hours
Wasn’t it?
That would best be related
In the meantime
By the soaking swamp
The well wet weed
The saturated sea pool
And the colorful field
Of bloom cherries and roses